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I could get food. She recommended the local cafe in Goleen, Along The Way,
so I headed off to find it. I didn’t know that Kate had phoned ahead and the
owners and staff were expecting me. Kate had paid for my lunch in advance,
so I ended up receiving a lovely panini for lunch and I stocked up even more
for the remaining kms. Thank you so much, Kate and everyone at Along The
Way - this was an incredibly kind thing to do! :) :)
I left the cafe feeling great and knew that I could finish the race before the
end of the day. There was only 80kms to go, but it was hilly, with small, steep
hills, and rough roads. These conditions made this part of the race seem to
go on forever. I finally got to Kinsale without remembering the name of the
place where I was meant to get my Brevit card stamped. I asked some locals
whether they knew where I would get a stamp. They pointed me towards The
White House Pub. The pub was packed and the people at the bar looked at
me strangely and started asking questions about where I had come from
and what I had done. When I told them they, looked at me even more strangely
and told me I was crazy. (Really? Aren't they the crazy once? Sitting in a pub
not exploring their beautiful country?) I apologised for my scruffy look and
wished them all a fun night. The road from Kinsale to Blarney was up a hill,
and along a main road. It took me through the centre of Cork, passed the
university and down to Blarney. I arrived in Blarney and couldn’t find the
castle or the hotel where the finish line was located. I had been cycling for 18
hours, and couldn’t wait to finish.
Angie, another rider who
unfortunately had to scratch from
the race, came out of the hotel to
congratulate me. She let me use her
room to shower and change my
clothes. In the bathroom I noticed
how much weight I had lost over the
course of the race. I was shocked!! I
had probably lost 1 stone or 8kgs, my Finished!!! YAS!!!
cheeks were hollow, my nose was sunburnt and my lips were peeling and
incredibly swollen. I still couldn’t feel my fingers and toes. My saddle sores
were hard lumps underneath my skin.
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